Sunday, 20 June 2010

From a destroyed Veterinary Surgeon

Under the influence of alcohol I seek,The bonds that have tied me to the past,The stagnant water now flows,While unknown talent grows,Let the audience stand up aghast,At the wreckage of the stage I wreak.

Take a second look at the painted backdrop,That hangs by one thread and is woven by lies,Here is the picture you are told to love,Here is the desecration of the word from above,A snake climbs the staff held over the cries,Directing them to pay at the door of the shop.

Where is compassion in professional pride?When money makes the path that all tread,And caring is measured by rewards gained,Have you so soon forgotten how long it rainedTo wash away every misplaced bed,Take a second look at the horse you ride.

It is not a horseIt is not even a unicorn,It has two horns.It belongs in Hell with me so,I recognise you devils, as you parade in your borrowed feathers.

All pictures were destroyed by the enumerable lies that surrounded them.

Aquarium Clock

About Me

Some years ago I was involved through no fault of my own in a severe road accident that has left me with difficulty in communication.
I find reading hard in that I am unable to easily comprehend the meaning of words and the structure of sentences let alone paragraphs.
I also suffer from Chronic Migraine from the trauma and post traumatic stress syndrome.I am hypersensitive to light and sound and cannot cut out background noise. I started to try to write in order to try to recover lost skills.I am also exploring ways to reduce the impact of the chronic pain that accompanies this medical condition on my life.